She may be the beauty or the beast. May be the famine or the feast. May turn each day into a heaven or a hell. She may be the mirror of my dream, a smile reflected in a stream. She may not be what she may seem inside her shell.
Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
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1185 | 2021-01-24 23:51:45 | 81.49 | 97% |
1015 | 2021-01-16 19:22:39 | 83.48 | 95% |